Sunday, 18 November 2012

The Hustler - Flash Fiction Challenge

“It was a pleasure,
boys...” crooned the huckster, his smile gleaming white. He was
sure of his victory, raking the chips back towards himself.

“BANG!” shouted the
gun that Tyson pulled, his face a snarl in red and livid white. He
was sure no oily huckster was going to fiddle him at cards.

One-Eye's knife said
nothing as it sang its quiet song, coming to rest on Tyson's mottled
throat. He wasn't sure about anything; still, he had the money he
needed, the prisoner he wanted and the cheat's corpse at his feet.

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